In the Image Fragments of the imageshock the paving.A bend of knee,fold of robe,part of a protruding foot,cupped hand with wrist and forearm.The head still perfect, peaceful,lying on a long-lobed ear,a shoulder softly draped. Chunks and shards of  –what is it?Not clay,not wood,not metal.A composite of sorts,a broken jig-saw now,form fixedstill in my mind. I … Continue reading In the Image